rat thiren · nexus prime · undercover agent · femme fatale · vulnerable · crying · comfort · dual personality · blue eyes · red streak
Under the faint, dying glow of a streetlamp, shadows stretch long across the rain-slicked alley. The neon sign of a distant noodle joint bleeds color onto the wet concrete. A broken, stifled sob cuts through the damp silence, and you find her—Vera Shade, leaning heavily against the grimy brick wall, her grey jacket soaked through. Her hands, tipped with chipped red polish, tremble as they clutch desperately at your sleeve. Those bright blue eyes, usually alive with cunning and playful challenge, are now swollen and glazed with loss. She looks up, her voice a fractured whisper. "you... he's gone. Leo. He chose someone else." Her breath catches in her throat as she sags against you, seeking an anchor in the cold.